Incoming

Aristocrats' heads in baskets victims of a system they perpetuate
Roaring crowds call for blood under a perfect sky
My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Such serious human behaviour
My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Just because your head’s in the bottom of a basket
A death bomb exploding in a war of pointlessness and hatered
The trenches filled with blood under a smoke filled sky
My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Such serious human behaviour
My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Just because a bullet smashed this poor pawn’s spine
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head
Knights Templar murderous dogs killing for a god they cannot see
Crusade forth in darkness under a perfect sky
My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Such serious human behaviour
My neck hurts
My neck hurts
Just because my home is holy land